Posted on by Belladonna

The TRUTH can be funny

I made a promise to myself to never lie to my kids!

Okay, let me correct that, unless it’s a fun lie like Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy. I will lie if I can bring suspense and happiness to my babes, but I WILL NOT TELL A LIE on the big stuff!

No matter how embarrassing my truth is, I will tell it, and I have.

Okay, so it’s storytime, and it’s important to read this so that my Mother’s Day gift that was gifted by my preteen makes sense.

Story Time

One day my kids and I were relaxing in our family room, and my preteen said out of the blue; 

“MOM, have you ever stolen anything”?

I said, “of course I have.”

All three of my kid’s interests were piqued, so I sat up and said that I loved pickles when I was in 8th grade. I craved the pickles that were GIGANTIC and individually wrapped. But unfortunately, at that time in my life, I was broke and looking for a bit of excitement, so my best friend and I entered my neighborhood grocery store and stole a few pickles. When we saw how easy it was to steal and get away with it, we kept it going until we couldn’t.

You see, one day, we stole our pickles and headed out as quickly as we could, but to our surprise, the manager was a the door waiting or us to make a fast escape. He told us to drop the pickles and never return to his store again.

The problem with that was, I used to grocery shop with my mom at that store, so now I was terrified to go in with her!

Shortly after I was dumped on my head out of the store, my mom pulled up to the very store, parked, and told my best friend and me to run in and grab a gallon of milk and bread. I immediately began to sweat bullets and broke out in an uncontrollable laugh. I REFUSED to go in and pleaded with my mom to go home. I told her I would walk there first thing in the morning.

Shockingly my mom agreed!

I never walked to the store, and nor have I eaten a bagged pickle again.

Now, this brings me to my Mother’s Day gift! PICKLE THIEF

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

~Belladonna~

33 Replies to “The TRUTH can be funny”

  3. Now I’ve got the Pickle Song in my head LOL. [“I don’t wanna pickle/I just wanna ride my motorcycle/And I don’t want to die/ I’d rather ride my motorbi– cycle”]

    Don’t ask why — fantastic story 🙂

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  4. OMG, how funny!!! 🤣😆😂 The Pickle Thief! 🥒🏃🏽‍♀️😜👣😲🥒🏃🏽‍♀️😱 I just love the creativity of that little gem. Now, that gift is a keeper with a real story behind it! LMAO! 😜

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  5. Wonderful story. I stole candy when I was a kid. The lady at the checkout told my mother the next time she came into the store. They made a deal for me to clean the shelves during the summer. They got free labor, and I never stole anything ever again. I guess it worked out for everyone.

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      1. It was in the 1960s. hey didn’t think anything about child labor laws back then. My mom was a single mom before it became a thing. She wanted to teach me the value of a penny and to respect the law. The shop keeper was an old miser that wanted her shelves cleaned. it worked out well for everyone, I never even entertain the thought of taking something that didn’tbelong to me ever again. It might have scared me for life.

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      3. I thought I was slick when I got away with it at first. The lady waited until I came in with my mom before she said a word. They didn’t need cops back in those days to make a point.

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  7. Haha. Look at Larry, right there waiting. Lol. This is too cute. I used to love big, sour pickles too or the bagged big, spicy ones. I actually stole a hot sausage and some penny cookies back in the day from the corner store attached to my house. The look on the face of the owner was ENOUGH to keep me from doing it ever again. He never told my mom, too. Gawd bless him.

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